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To a Stranger

Passing stranger! you do not know
How longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking,
Or she I was seeking
(It comes to me as a dream)

I have somewhere surely
Lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall'd as we flit by each other,
Fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,

You grew up with me,
Were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become
not yours only nor left my body mine only,

You give me the pleasure of your eyes,
face, flesh as we pass,
You take of my beard, breast, hands,
in return,

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you
when I sit alone or wake at night, alone
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

~ Walt Whitman 



For Once, Then, Something

For Once, Then, Something

Others taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
My myself in the summer heaven, godlike
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a somthing white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths--and then I lost it.
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out.  What was that whiteness?
Truth?  A pebble of quartz?  For once, then, something.

~ Robert Frost 

On my radio, on my way home from work:


She said, “Life’s a lot to think about sometimes…
He said, “Life’s so hard to move in sometimes… and no one even cares to ask me, why I feel this way”

And I know you feel helpless now and I know you feel alone
That’s the same road

And the same road that I’m on…

But what you thought was real in life…has somehow steered you wrong
And now you just keep drivin'

Tryin' to find out where you belong


"The Road I'm On"  ~ 3 Doors Down

my beloved child...

My beloved child, break your heart no longer.   Each time you judge yourself, you break your own heart.

~ attributed to Swami Kripalvanandji, Kripalu, 1989
from Yoga for Depression by Amy Weintraub

the secret history...

If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

...And miles to go before I sleep.


Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


~ Robert Frost


Carry you, carry me...




I want to carry you

and for you to carry me

the way voices are said to carry over water.


Just this morning on the shore,

I could hear two people talking quietly

in a rowboat on the far side of the lake.


They were talking about fishing,

then one changed the subject,

and, I swear, they began talking about you.


~ Billy Collins, from The Trouble With Poetry

Slightest hint of a real connection...

Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection.  Some look in the wrong places, some they just give up hope because in their mind they're thinking, "Oh there's nobody out there for me," but all of us, we keep trying over and over again.  Why? Because every once in a while... every once in a while, two people meet and there's that spark...
~ FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth in "Bones", Death in the Saddle (2007) episode

Praying Soul


Certain thoughts are prayers.  There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees.

~Victor Hugo, Les Misérables, 1862



excerpt from "Letters to a Young Poet"

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.  Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them.  And the point is, to live everything.  Live the questions now.  Perhaps you will find them gradually, without noticing it, and live along some distant day into the answer.


~Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet